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|Just an Ordinary Street (standard:drama, 370 words)|
|Author: Fanny11||Added: Jul 05 2010||Views/Reads: 1747/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|My story is about a street where ordinary people live. It tells of the houses they live in and how they spend their time.|
JUST AN ORDINARY STREET Word count 370 It was a small street located on the last block that went out of town. There were just a few children who lived on this street. A lot of the houses were built in the 60's they were built all on one floor with no upper rooms. They were called ranch style homes. There was one tall house that seemed to go straight up in the air. It was the original farmhouse for all the surrounding land. It stood stately with the shadows moving back and forth over the windows as the evening hours approached Across the street from what used to be the farmhouse stood a large brick apartment building. The building was made into five one-bedroom apartments. The landlord said it was built in 1930 everyone on the block wondered if it might have been an old railroad house. As that old saying goes if these walls could talk. We know one thing for sure it has housed some characters since then. On the corner of the block stood the firehouse it seemed quiet and strong with the flags always blowing in the front of the building. The people on the block felt somewhat safer with it there. Beside what was once the farmhouse lived a very old lady. Her car still parked on her carport where it had been for years. The lady knows she'll never drive again, but I guess her car reminds of younger days gone buy. Most of the people are working people who like to mind their own business. I remember when my younger sister died from cancer and the hearse came and took her away for an autopsy. The people on the street did not come near to wish their condolences or to even asked what happened. They just went to work and came home where they did their usual things like read the newspaper, or talk to their kids. Everything seemed fine in their lives, but what if. People don't come together any more to help one another. I don't think it's because life has made them tough, but I think life has made them scared that the next time it may be them. Tweet
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